Chapter 28

I sighed as Castiel followed Dean on his journey to the Daniel Elkins. He was another person I didn't particularly want to see. Our parting hadn't been pleasant, but in the end, I sighed again. My ears twitched as I sensed that an argument was brewing inside the house. I walked through the door to find Deana holding her husband's arm.

"I can't sit still," he said.

"You have to," she replied. "We can't stop him. We have to let him go."

Samuel spun around and saw me standing in the doorway.

"Oh don't mind me," I said.

"Jesse," Mary's voice cut through the air.

I arched my eyebrow at her. "Yes Mary?" I said.

"Can we talk?" she jerked her head into the other room.

I nodded and followed her, but noticed that both her parents were silent.

I was curious as to what she wanted to know. Mary led me to her room and I rested against the desk while she threw herself on the bed.

"How upset is my dad going to be if I run off with John?" she asked.

I arched an eyebrow, "Uh, I don't know."

"You aren't going to guess?" Mary asked.

"Nope," I shook my head.

"That Dean certainly is a good person," she said.

"Uh huh," I nodded.

I studied her carefully as I realized what she was up to. She wanted me to tell her things that I simply couldn't.

"He was upset," she nodded.

"He would be," I confirmed.

"Do you know what happened to his family?" Mary gave me a pointed look.

"Your mother is better at this than you are," I told her.

Mary shook her head. "It's just that there's something about him," she shrugged.

"Things will be as they will be," I murmured.

She stared at me for a moment. "You're really not going to tell me?"

"If I wouldn't tell your mother Mary," I said softly. "I'm certainly not going to tell you."

I turned away from her and trudged down the stairs. I glanced at Deana and Samuel speaking quietly to each other and closed my eyes and traveled to the cemetery. I perched on a tombstone and kept myself invisible and still. I sensed his approach before he appeared next to me. Castiel's eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a tight line. I stared into the distance.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm staying out of it completely until it's time to leave," I said.

"You can't do that," Castiel shook his head.

"Yes," I glared at him. "I wasn't there when they were killed. I'm not going to be there now."

"Dean probably has the colt in his possession now," Castiel grimaced.

"It won't work," I shook my head.

"I know," Castiel agreed. "But you did say that he would still try."

I nodded glumly.

Castiel remained next to silently while we waited for the events to unfold. I sighed as I watched the sunrise and then make it's trek to through the day. Castiel left me when he sensed Dean had returned. It was now dusk and I sighed heavily as I walked back to the house. I sensed it before I reached.

"Stop," Castiel said, as he grabbed my arm.

I narrowed my eyes and saw Dean against the wall, with Azazel in possession of Samuel. Azazel spoke quietly, telling Dean everything that he had done, including corrupting Sam with the demon blood. Dean managed to hold his temper for a little bit. While Castiel listened intently as Azazel continued to speak of his plan. I glanced and stilled as I saw that Deana was still alive and in the process of trying to enter the room. I felt Castiel's grip tighten.

"End game?" Dean's voice cut through my thoughts. "What end game?"

"You don't really think I'm going to tell you do you?" Azazel mocked. "You or those angels on your shoulder, listening in? No, I'm going to cover my tracks good."

"I'm gonna kill you, you sick son of a bitch," Dean gritted.

"Yeah right," Azazel continued mocking him.

"I may not do it today," Dean told him. "But you look into my eyes, I'm the one who kills you."

"What?" Azazel demanded. "You going to save everyone? Well here's someone that you won't save, your grand pappy." The sound of a knife slicing through flesh was heard and I knew instantly that Azazel had leveled a killing blow to Samuel. Deana screamed "No!" and then there was the sound of a body crashing. I tugged against Castiel's grip.

"You can't," he hissed.

I shook my head and promised that I would kick him to the next State when we got back.

I felt when Deana's soul left her body and she died. I closed my eyes for a moment and we saw when Azazel left. Dean's voice bellowed Mary's name and he came running out of the house. Castiel looked at me and I nodded vaguely. He followed Dean while I went into the house. I knelt next to Deana's body. Her eyes were wide open and I prayed that she would forgive me for not telling her everything. I shook my head and knew that I had to leave quickly.

I traveled to the cemetery and perched again on the tombstone. Castiel would tell me when it was time to leave. I sensed the approach and stood ready. Castiel appeared with an unconscious Dean in his arms.

"We return him to the minute we took him," Castiel instructed.

"That's fine by me," I whispered.

I grabbed Castiel's arm and held on to Dean as well, and moved us quickly back to that motel room. Castiel placed Dean on the bed and I reached for the door.

"You could stay you know," he said.

"No," I shook my head. "It's going to be bad enough that I'm going to have to face Dean's anger."

"What are you talking about?" Castiel demanded.

I shook my head in reply and walked out of the room. I reached as far as the nearest tree and merely perched in its branches. It didn't make sense to go far.

I saw when Castiel left, but he was being called and I didn't follow. I saw Dean reach the Impala. He threw his bags into the back and slammed his hands on the top of the car.

"Kelsey!" he yelled.

I appeared beside him. "Yes," I answered.

"You knew!" he accused.

"I know a lot of things Dean," I shrugged. "Do you mind being specific?"

"About Sam," he narrowed his glare at me.

"Yes," I nodded.

"About my grandparents," he lowered his face until his nose was almost touching mine.

"I didn't know," I shook my head. "I didn't know that you were related to them. I didn't meet your mother while she was married to your father. And…" I trailed off.

"You didn't know what killed them?" Dean demanded.

"No," I shook my head. "I never knew."

"But Cas," he frowned.

"Not everything is known by every being there is," I shrugged.

Dean stared at me for a few seconds. I saw the confusion reflected in his eyes and again I pondered how I could not have recognized those eyes.

"But you did know about Sam," he gritted.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Why didn't you do something?" Dean demanded.

"When I came into your lives, it was too late Dean," I exhaled sharply. "The purging would have killed him."

"So you did nothing!" Dean roared.

"What did you expect me to do?" I snapped. "You had lost your mother, you wanted to lose your brother as well?"

Dean spun away from me. I lowered my head and sighed heavily.

"Did Dad know?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

My head snapped up and I frowned for a moment. Dean looked at me.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "I think that John Winchester had too many secrets from too many people. He especially had too many secrets from all of us."

Dean threw his head back and stared up at the sky. He grimaced slightly and shook his shoulders.

"I'm going to get Sam," he said.

"Do you want me to follow?" I asked.

"That's probably not a good idea," he looked straight at me.

"You're just going to call for me again," I said.

"True," Dean nodded. "But I need a little space."

"Okay," I conceded.

"Just like that?" Dean arched an eyebrow.

"Yep," I nodded.

Dean shook his head and got into the Impala. He started the engine and raced out of the parking lot. As I stared at the retreating lights of the car, I again thought that I spent far too much time watching them drive away from me. I sighed and turned to face the person who had just appeared behind me.

"Yes Raphael?" I said quietly.